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He moans, hands sliding up the back of my shirt the way they did at the club, only this time we aren’t surrounded by twenty-plus other guys. We’re alone in his apartment, and I intend to do to him exactly what I fantasized he’d do to me last night.
I reach for the waistband of his pants and unbutton them. He doesn’t stop me, only groans into my kiss and pulls me closer, his hard-on pressing against my own.Idid that to him and knowing that makes me want him even more.
I move my lips to his jaw, then down further, sucking on the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder. He groans into my touch, but then suddenly pulls away.
“Shit, the table’s on fire!”
I spin to see the candles have melted down low enough to catch the paper-wrapped edges of the yellow daisies. I grab the wine bottle, moving it to the side table, then reach for the glasses while he dashes to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a small extinguisher in his hands. The white foam covers the flowers, the candles, the plates of half-eaten steak, everything.
It’s over just as quickly as it began, and Parker places the extinguisher down on the table beside the dripping white foam-covered daisies.
“I saved the wine,” I say, and he turns toward me, laughing.
“This was a disaster,” he says, and I hold out one of the glasses to him.
“No, a disaster would have been the smoke alarm going off and the building being evacuated.”
He downs what’s left of his wine and moves to collect the carafe from the side table.
“It still smells like smoke in here. Maybe we should go out to eat. I’ll open the window so it can air out while we’re gone.”
“Do we have to go out? I mean, do you have somewhere else we can…enjoy our wine?”
His eyes move to the door to his right, and my gaze follows.
“Lead the way.”
He doesn’t move right away, and I’m terrified for a second that I’ve gone too far too soon, but then he reaches for my hand, and his long fingers wrap around mine before he leads me through the door to his master bedroom.
I nudge the door closed behind me.
“I think your shirt got some smoke on it,” I say with a grin as I place my glass down on his bedside table and move in to unbutton his shirt.
“You smell a little like smoke, too. Maybe we should change out of these clothes?”
“Here, let me help you.”
I have his shirt open, my fingers immediately wanting to lace through the dark hair that covers his upper chest. But I lean in and kiss just above his right nipple, and his hands close over my arms.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now,” I say, and I’m not lying. No one has ever had this effect on me. I don’t care what my cousin will say, what the media might think, or what anyone does. All I want is Parker fucking Lane, and if he has to move on to agent number six, as long as he’s okay with that, I am, too. “Areyousure?”
He moves his hands slowly down my arms, his lips picking up into that smile that sends shivers down my spine and heat pooling in my groin. “I know I want you, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not worried about what comes next.”
“Oh, that would be you,” I say, and he laughs. I drop to my knees and unzip his pants, sliding them over his round ass and hard cock tenting his dark blue briefs.
“Sit.”
He steps out of his pants and sits on the end of his bed, leaning back on his elbows as I crawl between his legs.
I slide my hands up his thighs and over his hips, then loop my fingers under his waistband to lift his briefs over his big, thick cock. My mouth waters instantly, and I wrap one hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke.
“Fuck, you look sexy right there between my legs.”
“How about when I do this?” I ask and run my tongue up his cock.
He moans, biting his lower lip, and when I circle his head with my tongue and then wrap my lips around it to give it a light suck, his head drops back, and he lets out a groan of pleasure that ripples through me.
